31102002

March 14th 2003. The post on march 14th 2003. That post holds a date. An important date: 31102002. Not the day I bought PS2, but the day I met her again at Marsiling MRT. The heart stops a beat. If you are reading this (which as chances goes by, chances are none), I really like you then, and shall we spare a moment just to ponder and wonder, how you and I would be today, if I grab the chances of those yesteryears. But time flies and days were gone -- too quick I'll say.
Then tonight, many days after the yesteryears, I chanced upon this one desolate post, the post that was created by its creator to serve him a reminder (and indeed it served well!), a reminder to an important date.
Met you only once in school (at McDonald remember?) after that fortuitous meeting at Marsiling MRT. You seemed lonely and unhappy. Thereafter I buried myself with work, and never again we did meet. Stopping to wonder and ponder. Rising my head above the mountains of work. If I grab the chances of yesterdays, where would you be? Where would I be?